"I'm ready." Sophie was standing by the bedroom door, dressed in outdoor clothing from head to toe, backpack on. She smiled. "Porskoff is ready, too," she informed them - she had packed the crup's things into a small bag and left it by the fireplace. Then, noticing Katie still wasn't done, her smile fell a little, and she frowned. Why were the adults so slow? "Can we wait for you there, Mum? Please?" she asked hopefully. "I can show Oliver where the powder is."